Legolas Greenleaf (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mirkwoodarcher1) wrote,@ 2002-12-30 19:14:00 |
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Scarred Memories
I half stood against the tree, heaving and coughing. I helped a small village in Rohan protect themselves by fighting a band of orcs that had been seen in their realm. I had underestimated my situation, convinced that I had the upper hand against these creatures. After all, they were just orcs... There were twenty-seven orcs against me and I had prepared myself for a band far less equip and large. I smote most of them, but three had cornered me.
It all happened so quickly...
They did not kill me, they left me to die.... Why, I never have been able to figure out, but there I was, amongst the festering bodies of orcs, panting quietly in pain.
The cut in my side was deep and trailed from my rib to my waist. Blood rushed from the wound, staining my hand as I attempted to cover it. Soon I saw some figures appear before me, faceless and hooded.
Prince of Mirkwood... a voice said, calm and melodic... Can you hear me?
I nodded faintly and smirked. "I am an elf, stranger... I could have heard you on the other edge of Rohan...."
Always the joker...
I laughed a bit at my comment, but shut my eyes suddenly as the pain increased. I felt my skin pale and I became dizzy. My body trembled, my breathing quickened and I doubled over in pain.
Rest, My Lord....Just hold on...
Darkness....
hold on......
I woke up in a darkened room, the sun peeked through the heavy curtains, leaving a strange wisp of a beam shining in my pained eyes. Gathered around me were three hooded figures, much the same as I had seen in the wood. As I began to stand up, a hand reached to my shoulder , forcing me gently back down again.
No, my Lord... You must rest..
I looked at the hand. It was as white as bone, slender and old, and yet I was not afraid.
"Where am I?" I croaked, my throat dry, my body weak.
You are in the house of Eowil-Gang...
I shook my head. "Eowil-Gang.... I have not heard of this lord...."
She is no lord, young prince, he is a healer, of sorts. You were wounded in the wood. We managed to extract some of the poison, but unforunately, your wound will not every fully heal. This scar you shall carry with you for your entire life...
I opened my mouth to speak, but the three figures had already begun to leave, drifting across the floor and shutting the room's door behind them.
Gathering up what little strength I had, I pulled myself out of bed and stood in front of a great mirror. They had bandaged my wound with a strange cloth, unlike any that I had ever felt. It was soft, flexible, and felt light against my skin. Slowly I started unraveling the bandage and the brunt of my wound was revealed to me.
It was deep, red, a vilainous cut that pierced my side. Around it, little rivers of sickly green spread from the wound, where the poison had entered my veins. The pain was less, almost nonexistent, at least I thought so...
Suddenly, the pain surged back into my body, causing me to hurl myself against the mirror, shattering it against me. Shards of glass rained down on me, embedding itself within my back, hands, and back in the wound that had already seen it's share of pain. As I writhed and cried out over the broken glass, the three figures came in again, all reaching to lift my convulsing body from the floor. Soon they cleaned my wound and wrapped it in the cloth again.
My lord, you must not remove that bandage, lest the pain take your life. That bandage that can be done to quell the torment, too keep the poison from claiming you
I looked at them. They looked back, at least it appeared that way. And again, they drifted from the room, leaving me laying in the dark, the pain of my cockiness keeping me from rest or ease.
For several days, I lay in bed, looking out into the night. I wasn't completely sure of where I was, but the view of the mountains and a river would have put me... somewhere, oh, I did not know...
I realized early on that I had never seen this Eowil-Gang, nor had I seen anything outside of the room where I resided. Finally, when I felt that I had the strength, I rose, and ventured out.
The home overlooked a great courtyard, much in the same way I remembered things in Imladris. The trees were lush Everywhere, there were hoods, cloaks and sallow hands, working, saying nothing to one another but interacting somehow. As I limped past, they would stop and watch me with shadowed faces. I felt like an amusement, an abhorration to be gawked at.
I walked as far as I could go and stopped, leaning against the wall. Soon, I felt another hand on my shoulder. Come, Master Elf, Eowil-Gang wishes to speak to you...
I was led into a room much like the one I had stayed in and left alone. It was dark, bare, save for a pyre and a modest seat in the center. As I stood there, I heard quiet, uneven footsteps. I looked over in it's direction and from a shadow came a child, a little girl who looked to be no older than 11 or 12, cloaked but not hooded as the others had been. She walked up to me, eyes wide and wise.
"Greetings, Legolas Greenleaf... I am Eowil-Gang."
I stared at her. "You? But you are nothing more than a child!"
"A child to your eyes, but far older than you may imagine...." She came to me and put her hand on my side. "This wound can not be healed. Unfortunately, you will suffer for an eternity. The bandage, as you may have heard, is all that can be done to ease the pain. After a time you will be able to remove it for a while. However, leave it off for too long or try to ignore the pain, and it will take your life, somehow..."
I looked down with confusion and said nothing. How could I say anything to that?
She tugged on my shirt and forced me down to her level. With that she put her hand on my forehead and closed her eyes. "You are missing someone from your past.... She misses you as well.... You know of whom I speak"
I gaped and nodded.
"Go to her, prince, for once your mind and heart is concentrated on her, your mind and heart will suffer less or perhaps, not suffer any longer..."
With that, she turned and slunk back into the shadows...
I left that morning, going west to the Golden Wood, to reunite with the one person who could finally heal my wounds, whatever form they could take....
